Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
April cried out, shattering at my command, and River grunted, spilling into her hot, dripping pussy. He quickly pulled out of her, and I pulled out of him, watching as his cum began to roll out of her swollen pussy when he rolled to his back beside her.
“Not nice to let go of what he so eagerly gave you, baby girl,” I teased, scooping his cum up to slip it back inside of her. She moaned, her eyelids fluttering. Then, I slid inside of her as well, licking a path up her neck. “You going to take my cum, too, baby girl? Be a regular old cum dumpster for me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, meeting me thrust for thrust, sweat making her hair cling to her face. “Give it to me.” She reached up, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I want it so bad, Capone.”
“Gooood, her mouth,” River groaned, cupping his balls.
I reached over and gripped his cock. I knew it was tender, but my boy craved pain. He cursed and arched his back, his face screwed up in pain, but he didn’t push my hand away. I jacked him off with my slick fingers as I fucked our woman into the mattress.
His cum splattered over my hand, and then I smeared it across April’s face before leaning down to lick it off of her. She cried out, squirting all over me, and with a snarl of her name, I spilled my cum into her cunt.
“Such a good girl,” I praised, licking my fingers clean of River’s cum now that her face was clean. River leaned over and softly kissed her, rubbing his hand over her body to soothe her. Once she wasn’t shaking and crying anymore from her orgasm, I gently scooped her worn-out body from the bed. “Aftercare, baby girl.”
She linked her arms around my neck. “Bath?” she sleepily asked.
I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “For a little while. Then you and River can take a nap.”
She pressed a kiss to my pulse in response. A shiver rolled down my spine.
Fuck, she had me wrapped around her pretty little finger.
River strolled past me into the bathroom, starting the water in the huge garden tub I had installed just for our woman. While I cradled her in my arms, River poured in her favorite lavender-scented bubble bath and Epsom salt. Using his hand, he swirled the water around before stepping into the tub and settling in. Then, he nodded once at me, letting me know he was ready to take her off my hands so I could get in with them without risking injury to her if I fell or slipped.
April allowed me to set her on her feet in the water. River clasped her round hips before easing her down between his thighs and pulling her back flush to his chest. I stepped into the tub after she was comfortable and settled with my back against the other end. April shut her eyes as I grabbed her right ankle. She moaned when I pressed my thumbs into the sole of her foot.
“That feels so good,” she throatily groaned. My cock jerked, already coming awake, but I ignored it. She needed aftercare and rest now. Not more sex, no matter how much I wanted it. I had five other men to choose from if I really wanted to get off again.
Hawke would probably be down. He was as insatiable as I was, and while he was definitely a dom, he enjoyed submitting to me. I’d never forced it upon him; it was something he naturally did. And he loved having his boundaries pushed. He was the one I could get roughest with—and fuck, did I.
“What are you thinking about?” River asked, his foot nudging my inner thigh.
I glanced up at him as I settled April’s foot on my thigh, reaching forward to grab her right ankle. Her eyes stayed closed as she relished in the feel of me relaxing all of her sore muscles. She spent a lot of time cleaning up after us and cooking for us, so I knew her feet needed a damn good massage. No better time to give it to her than during aftercare.
“Hawke,” I rumbled.
April hummed. “I think he’s with Brewer.”
I chuckled. They’d be holed up for a while then. No doubt, Hawke was brutalizing every single one of Brewer’s holes. The image that fired up in my mind had me groaning. Fuck, it was perfect. All of my men were beautiful together. Watching them was just as good as being with them.
A light knock sounded on the bathroom door. I turned my head, arching a brow at Tank. His dark hair was a slight mess on his head. His thick, muscular body was covered by a t-shirt and jeans, much to my distaste. He was my Vice President, and also the only man I would bottom with. And shit, did Tank know how to fuck. He had a way of making me lose my fucking mind when I was beneath him… or on him.